Starscream had spent too much effort on making his processors continue to work in the aftermath of Megatron's deactivation to ever think of hoping. What sense did hope in the face of that kind of loss make? All their future plans hinged on his ability to survive, to carry through with what Megatron had wanted.
Seeing a mech standing there, vaguely familiar on levels that made Starscream's Ember flare was almost too much.
Then the mech spoke, one word, and the tones stroked his processors, his engines, his Ember to a fever pitch, just before he offlined in shock.